The beauty collector of halberd

The Beauty Collector of Halberd Eater Chapter 245

It is strange to say that Abe Sankin, who did not dare to refute Dojima Silver’s words, has now made breakthroughs under pressure from many quarters. His thoughts are well-known and what he did not dare to do in the past has not only done it, but also done it very well. .

Precisely because of this, his inner ambitions swelled again. He must win this game, and Lin Feng, who came in through the back door, was just a joke in his eyes, and he would definitely be defeated in the end.

As for Kikuchi Garden Fruit?

(How good is Zhao)

Hmph, a woman is a woman after all, whether it is cooking or other aspects, compared with men, it is not the slightest difference.

"My father, come on, you will be successful!"

Outside the court, Ichiro Abe, who walked in with the women including Nakiri Erina, looked at the spirited Abe Mikin in front of the chef, and waved his arms excitedly.

Isn’t there an old saying, okay, when you fight with your brothers and fight with father and son, although he didn’t play, his heart is always with his father!

On the one hand, there was a breakthrough in the realm, and on the other hand, the son's desperate shouting and encouragement outside the court. Abe Sankin felt that he was a winner in life. Seeing the omelet in the pot had been completed, the smile on his face grew thicker.

Next, it's time to witness his Abe three gold salted fish stand up!.

Text 254. Three hundred and twenty-five times sweet and sour tenderloin

"It's done."

After the joyous voice, the gas fire was quickly turned off by Abe Sankin.

Serve the plate, put it in full, and use the special seasoning tomato sauce, a delicious dish presented in front of everyone.

The whole golden omelet rice is placed in the center of the porcelain plate, and the ketchup on it is like a finishing touch, attracting everyone's attention.

In the middle of the crowd, the little girl who came with her parents, if not because her father firmly grasped her little hand, I am afraid that the little girl would have rushed to the competition venue because of her appetite.

"I want to eat it."

This was the only thought that floated through the mind of the greedy little girl.

Omurice, also known as fried rice with egg skin, has always been one of the staple foods favored by Japanese people because of the popularity of the ingredients.

Because of the large number of "zero seven three" people, it is not rare, and there is no bright feeling. However, since Abe Sanjin chose omelet rice, he must have his reasons.

"I'll go one step ahead."

Abe Sankin glanced at Lin Feng and Mujiuzhi Yuanguo with a smile, and then slowly walked towards the judges' seat while pushing a trolley full of cooking plates.

On the other side, Mujiuzhi Yuanguo wiped the sweat on his forehead, and whispered, "Done."

However, because everyone's eyes were shifted to the judges' bench with Abe Sankin, no one saw the finished product of Kikuchien fruit dishes, who also quickly put the dishes on the plate and covered it with a lid.

The next second, Mu Jiuzhi Yuanguo looked at Lin Feng, who was still busy, and a strange color flashed in his beautiful eyes.

I don't know, what kind of food you will come up with this time to defeat us.

"Everyone, please taste."

Abe Sankin put the plate in front of the Nagiri Senzaemon and others, and then stood aside.

Although the words are pleased, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Abe Sankin's face is proud, as if victory is already in sight.

"Ok"

Saotome's surname Zhou groaned a little, holding a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, leaning toward the omelet rice on the plate.

At this moment, the omelet rice on the plate is like a girl in bud, defending the secret garden with golden armor. I never thought of the sharpness of the knife and fork, and easily cut the crispy egg skin.

Tearing.

The crisp sound echoed in the silent hall, attracting everyone's attention.

In the next second, a quiet fragrance floated out of the cracks and pounced on the face of Saotome surname Zhou. Before the other party sniffed, the richer fragrance seemed to have broken free, racing to float from the cracks and drifting above the hall. , Wrapped around the nose of everyone.

"smell good!"

"Where is the fragrance coming from?"

"It looks like an omelet cooked by Chef Abe!"

"What to do, I really want to have a bite!"

Scream, boil, revel

There was a crowd shouting in the ears, and Abe Sanjin's face showed a complacent expression.

I want to win, sorry, I am about to set the quota for this star qualification contest!

In the judges' seat, all the other four judges, except Nagiri Senzaemon, were gaffes, but they quickly recovered.

At this moment, Dojima Gin looked at the omelet rice on the plate with a solemn expression on his face. He did not expect that Abe Sanjin would continue to make further progress. This control of the fragrance has reached the point of a master.

Hopefully, that kid can perform miracles!

Thinking of it, Abe Sankin inserted a small piece of omelet rice that had been cut off and put it in his mouth to chew. At the same time, besides Naginari Senzaemon, the other three judges also began to taste the omelet rice.

"Eat, eat, you will definitely love it!" Abe Sankin murmured.

Sure enough, things were going as expected by Abe Sankin. After Saotome's surname Zhou took the first bite, he fell in love with the taste, and found that his hands could not stop at all, so he kept his fork in the omelet rice. Sent in the mouth.

"The crispy egg skin, the delicate taste, the melted meat in the mouth, coupled with the rich fragrance, this is simply unmatched omelet rice!" a female judge said excitedly.

As the female judges said, Dojima Gin and others nodded without comment. The omelet rice made by Abe Sankin really made people shine...

"One spoonful less salt, too much vinegar"

"Dad, this is my first time cooking food!"

"In the eyes of a chef, there is no first time nor last time. What you have to do is to do your best every time and put your heart into the cooking!"

"Ok"

"Lin Feng, I know you are still young, but the reason that supports you in your culinary journey is to keep improving!"

"Yes, I understand my father!"

"The taste is not right, put less salt, redo!"

"Yes!"

"Add a little more vinegar, it tastes a bit strong, redo!"

"Yes, father!"